Journeys Through Bookland, Volume 3 | Page 2

PALACE" ... Arthur Henderson
"NEW LAMPS FOR OLD" ... Arthur Henderson ALADDIN
SALUTED THE PRINCESS JOYFULLY ... Arthur Henderson THE
VALLEY WAS STREWED WITH DIAMONDS ... Arthur Henderson
THE ROC FLEW AWAY WITH SINBAD (Halftone) ... Arthur
Henderson BARBARA FRIETCHIE ... Iris Weddell White GRENDEL
COULD NOT BREAK THAT GRIP OF STEEL ... Arthur Henderson
BEOWULF ON HIS NOBLE STEED ... Arthur Henderson SHE
LOOKED UPON THE GOD OF LOVE ... Iris Weddell White
PSYCHE AND CHARON ... Iris Weddell White CUPID SPIED
PSYCHE SLEEPING ... Iris Weddell White PEOPLE CALL ME THE
PIED PIPER ... Iris Weddell White GREAT RATS, SMALL RATS ...
Herbert N. Rudeen A WONDERFUL PORTAL OPENED WIDE ...
Iris Weddell White THEY HAD BECOME BETROTHED ... Donn P.
Crane FRITHIOF BEHELD THE TWO WITCHES ... Donn P. Crane
SIEGFRIED AND THE DRAGON ... Louis Grell A GREAT CASTLE
TOWERED ABOVE THE CLIFFS ... Louis Grell THE DEATH OF
SIEGFRIED ... Louis Grell LOCHINVAR ... Arthur Henderson
TUMBLED HIM INTO THE BROOK ... Jessie Arms THE
STRANGER OVERTHROWS ROBIN HOOD ... Jessie Arms ROBIN
HOOD AND THE WIDOW ... Jessie Arms ROBIN HOOD AND THE
SHERIFF ... Jessie Arms ROBIN HOOD PLAYS HARPER ... Jessie
Arms IN THE GREENWOOD ... Jessie Arms GANELON PICKS UP
CHARLEMAGNE'S GLOVE ... Louis Grell WHERESOEVER HE
PLANTED HIS FOOT, THERE HE STAYED ... Jan in Grell
ROLAND FEEBLY WINDED HIS HORN ... Louis Grell

[Illustration: A GREAT BIG YELLOW ONE]
JOHN'S PUMPKIN
By MRS ARCHIBALD
Last spring I found a pumpkin seed, And thought that I would go And
plant it in a secret place, That no one else would know, And watch all
summer long to see It grow, and grow, and grow, And maybe raise a
pumpkin for A Jack-a-lantern show.
I stuck a stick beside the seed, And thought that I should shout One
morning when I stooped and saw The greenest little sprout! I used to
carry water there, When no one was about, And every day I'd count to
see How many leaves were out.
Till by and by there came a flower The color of the sun, Which
withered up, and then I saw The pumpkin was begun; But oh! I knew
I'd have to wait So long to have my fun, Before that small green ball
could be A great big yellow one.
At last, one day, when it had grown To be the proper size, Said Aunt
Matilda: "John, see here, I'll give you a surprise!" She took me to a
pantry shelf, And there before my eyes, Was set a dreadful row of half
A dozen pumpkin pies.
Said Aunt Matilda; "John, I found A pumpkin, high and dry, Upon a
pile of rubbish, down Behind that worn-out sty!" O, dear, I didn't cry,
because I'm quite too big to cry, But, honestly, I couldn't eat A
mouthful of the pie.

THE MOCK TURTLE'S STORY
By LEWIS CARROLL
NOTE.--The Mock Turtle's Story is from Alice in Wonderland, one of
the most delightful books that ever was written for children. It tells the
story of a little girl's dream of Wonderland--a curious country where
one's size changes constantly, and where one meets and talks with the
quaintest, most interesting creatures. Through the Looking-Glass, a
companion book to Alice in Wonderland, is almost equally charming,
with its descriptions of the land where everything happens backward.
Queen Alice, and The Walrus and the Carpenter, are from Through the
Looking-Glass.
The real name of the man who wrote these books was Charles
Lutwidge Dodgson, but every one knows him better as Lewis Carroll.

He was a staid and learned mathematician, who wrote valuable books
on most difficult mathematical subjects; for instance, he wrote a
Syllabus of Plane Algebraical Geometry, and it is not a joke, though the
name may sound like one to a person who has read Alice in
Wonderland. However, there was one subject in which this grave
lecturer on mathematics was more interested than he was in his own
lectures, and that was children--especially little girls. He liked to have
them with him always, and they, seeing in him a friend and playmate,
coaxed him constantly for stories and stories, and yet more stories.
One day, in July, 1862, he took three of his little friends, Alice and
Edith and Lorina Liddell, for a trip up the river, and on that afternoon
he began telling them about Alice and her Wonderland, continuing the
story on other occasions, He had no intention then of making a book,
but the story pleased little Alice and her sisters so well that they talked
about it at home and among their grown-up friends, who finally
persuaded the author to have it printed. It has gone on growing more
and more popular, and will keep on doing so